Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"- It's a picture book by Gloriosa, but in fact, even the priest's temple, the" owner ", doesn't know the details.

It's just that it's been around for a long time.

"As always," says Angletham as she stares with her pungent eyes, old but splendid picture books at Gloriosa's disposal, which the average woman would likely lull at.

The men of Robrow in the study did not hesitate to stare at the two guests who would sit with them next to their lords who would take their seats.

By the way, Gloriosa's "crushed" windows were filled with first aid by a butler who gave instructions to clean up the courtyard quickly, bringing carpentry tools.

It was newly clean on the window frame part, newly framed with lumber and fitted with a small nail.

In that frame, "Japanese paper", which is said to be used instead of window glass in the eastern country where the pean was made in experiments, is boiled with water, such as rice, wheat, and potatoes called paste, and pasted with "adhesive" made of heat and water action.

Immediately after the treatment, there was an unexpected flair in its appearance, and Pean nodded emotionally.

"Well, this feels better than I thought."

'It's a first aid, so I'll put it back on in the evening and let the glass window fix it.

And even if it's flavorful, it's paper. If it rains, you can't do it at once. '

He might say, "Let's turn all the windows of the Lords' mansion into Japanese paper." Mainly, the butler stabs the nail with the lead.

But the light coming in through the "Japanese Paper" was soft, and Lord Robrow's study also had an unusual atmosphere, even when a strange space was created.

Furthermore, it seems that this picture book sucks the magic of a person and maintains its existence like a "distraction" in the future.

As for memory, they're really sucking it unconsciously, and I don't know the criteria.

And apparently, I always smoke magic, but even if I do, they have "like it or not."

In such a soft light over Japanese paper, Anglecam's explanation had begun.

A "gooey" and hot air is offered in front of its beautiful brown face.

At the tip of his arm, with its fleshy, clothes-sleeved sleeves, was a cup aligned with a sausage with decorations mimicking the plum flowers, the Vinegar family's flower deposit, in which the better aromatic tea was brewed.

"I don't like or dislike magic." That's a pretty sketchy picture book!

Yes, Mr. Anglecomb.

I can't believe the tea of a cook who is not even such a beautiful maid of love is good.

He's a very beautiful man, but he's changed just like a picture book, and Mr. Glow's best friend is. '

But for Angletham, the unassuming, impolite, inexplicably offered subordinate tea was much more than there was a discernible "melancholy".

"Especially since I'm not going to change."

Angletham receives the Sosa offered by Martha with a smile that even looks a little troubled - a real smile.

Depending on what I saw, the "beauty" of the corner was only slightly diminished, a smile that didn't look like a pitiful look, but the warmth was something I could feel enough.

'Cause if I can get you something delicious, that's normal already, and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Tea, thank you, Mr. Martha.

But it's also true that I don't know what the "like or dislike" standard of this picture book is. "

Detailed descriptions of "Anglecomb's Magic Sucking Picture Book" follow in the study.

Martha, the deputy serial number, was the one who was serving me this time.

As Locke should have declared in the courtyard, after the end of the instructions for cleaning up the courtyard, and after also finishing cleaning up the study, the repair of Anglecomb's removed protective equipment, along with the Lord's pean.

So why Martha is a salesman, because during that "noise," as every maid tried to see the beauty of the courtyard, she cared about the gentle Lady Lordship and was rushing for me.

'But it really helped Martha to come.

Mr. Gloriosa jumped out of the broken window and said, "Mr. Glow, are you okay?!" Martha came to my room.

Master Angletham was surprised when she threw the picture book, but also because she told me that she had not calmly "bumped into it".

I immediately received telepathy from Mr. Angletham, so I was able to calm down. "

Even as she smiles when she sees Martha giving her beautiful guests tea, Karin is progressing with her swiss and needle.

The Lady Lordship is good at sewing, so she cleverly repaired the area that hits the needlework with repairs to the protective equipment her husband or butler does.

She brings her favorite sewing tools from her bedroom on her own (also because she keeps her maid away from Anglecomb) and finishes up what her husband and butler asked her to do in the study.

"Karin, please sew this one up too.

I use spiritual stones, so this is the thread. "

"Yes, lord."

―――

As the couple interacted amicably, the butler was lifting the edge of his mouth small, albeit on top, while replacing the parts of his armor with a small tool.

Angletham looks at the condition and narrows her beautiful gentle green eyes again.

(I hope there are more "families" in this country who can spend time like this)

The "goal" he aspires to feels like it is in front of him.

However, this "family" can take on these shapes because the person who will be the head is strong and smart and has some wealth.

And the dependents, and the sober idea that rubbing doesn't happen because they have their "distinction" firmly on them, are firmly held by Anglecomb.

(My goal is a country made of "people" that families can work together to overcome, even if there is a little bit of "goth")

It's best not to have a dispute.

But not everyone can always be smart and calm.

So even if there is a dispute, I believe there is no choice.

However, if you bring a "win or lose" to the last remaining outcome when there is a family dispute, it can lead to breaking the family - breaking the country.

(It's pretty short-circuited, though, that domestic discord leads directly to breaking the peace of the country.)

A nostalgic voice sounds unexpected when I sarcastic myself in my heart.

- Dear Anglecomb.

I'm deciding not to have a family, but when the word "family" comes to mind, the voice of a girl who really dreams of becoming "Anglecomb's family".

Angletham was smiling, as troubled again.

'- I'm sorry to hear you even took care of Gloriosa.

Thank you so much. '

After "indulging" in the family exchange and the memory of the girl who was trying so hard to brew me tea, once again to thank her, Angletham slowly included the tea that Martha brewed in her mouth.

'Nothing to worry about, sir.

Robrow's people are conservative, but basically they all want to take care of you. '

Whether the caretaker guts worked or cleaning up the study room before Rock came along, Martha was actually making it easy for me.

Gloriosa, who was making the most tea from that Martha, grins and pinches her mouth.

"Martha, this is Arsen Padrick, but he's my childhood friend and best friend, Angletham Padrick.

Anglecomb, can you tell Martha your real name?.

And my real name isn't Glow, it's Gloriosa Sunflower. "

Gloriosa was in a good mood and recently made friends introducing each other to best friends she was familiar with and revealing to Martha her real name, which she had hidden once before.

"Your real name and nothing, you're exposing my real name now before I give you permission.

Besides, I already know her.

I'm in my late twenties, so I've given up on directional tone deafness, but try to understand the situation and stay calm, Gloriosa. '

My best friend, who used to be familiar, says Zubazuba with her beautiful eyes half-eyed and pierced as if with her favorite fine sword.

And Martha puts down a pot of tea with a grudge, too, and now she opens her mouth as she offers the treat that Gloriosa likes to the guest holding the picture book.

'Yes, I know.

The cook's athlete was so beautiful that she rubbed and got into a fight over who was carrying the tea that she was forced to replace the maid she didn't even want to.

Besides, for Atashi, Mr. Glow remembers "Glow Bubaldia" as best he can, so even if he tells you to remember a long and fine name now, you can't help it!

Clean cooks can retreat from introducing Gloriosa to split round watermelons splendidly with knives.

He was continuously denied by his best friend and a friend he had recently made, but Gloriosa was not particularly depressed, and he roared "Woon" small before bending his successful neck to the side.

Then the sweets served are well received and, like earlier, they start to look delicious.

Seeing that, Martha laughed happily as she said something great and tight in her mouth.

The Lords see an exchange that could even look like a comedy between a guest, a servant, and three people, and look at each other and laugh bitterly as they mend Anglecomb's protective gear.

Locke, who is the butler of the Vinegar family, cautioned the cook, who is the most attentive work companion, but once treated as a "subordinate," this one, like Madame Lordship, spoke of caution while cleverly servicing the guest's protective equipment.

"- Martha. Lady Gloriosa used a pseudonym once, her identity lay low, and her surname was royal.

And I may be royal, but if it's true, I may be a sinner who has to inform the National Army, but above all, I'm your husband's customer.

A little more use of words, please be careful '

But the cook snorts gently with a hunch.

I've never worked as a maid of honor, but the vice-numbered woman, who is familiar with "cooking," opened her mouth as she handled the lord and his wife's tea.

"For me, Mr. Glow is," Mr. Glow. "

I know it's a resistance to gods. This way. "

The butler sighed small as the cook beckoned.

I don't want to lower it, but the butler bows his head toward Gloriosa.

The dark-haired and black-eyed guest smiled with the confectionery in her mouth, with her mockingjay and mouth shut, shaking her neck to the side.

Angletham scolded me, "Swallow what's in your mouth and then talk," and Gloriosa obeyed honestly, gobbling her throat and swallowing it before showing her sturdy teeth and laughing.

'I don't care if it's Gloriosa or Glow.

If Martha is more approachable to me than Glow, she'll always be. "

"- So, I can't be a servant,"

I returned the word to my guest Gloriosa, who said something that would defend a work colleague whose company with the Guest was too shattered, in a moody way.

The man who did not think deeply about things, the butler only thought so "reluctantly," and replied with even more laughter.

"Originally, it was" glow "that Trenia thought to me in the country church" because it's hard for small children to remember when it's Gloriosa ".

Me, I love the name "Glow" Trenia thought of for me, so I'm glad I'm called, so will you forgive Martha for calling me that?

A man who naturally floats a vermilion on his cheek, also known as the god of God, breaks his face.

Until then it was moving acne, only the pean noticed, even though the hands of the deputy shivers only slightly.

"Gloriosa, haven't you heard what you're saying, Rock?.

If there's no discipline in the mansion, I'll take command of the chores, and Rock, the butler, says you're in trouble. '

Now as Anglecam gently preached, he expressed his opinion to Gloriosa while terminating Locke, the butler's position.

'Well, Rock, I also have your position...

Martha, what do we do? I don't care if Martha does what she wants. "

"- Wouldn't it be good with the" glow "of the one you love?.

My loved one thought to me, is that a name?

Though wonders and voices had become calm in the change when all the virtues of prestige were gone, Martha still supported the pseudonym.

(I don't know what Gloriosa said about "Park Min-Jen" for two.)

"Hey, Martha. If you're done brewing tea, I have a suggestion.

It's just past noon, maybe a little early for dinner support, but it's a corner.

I've been reunited with my fellow customers, and I was wondering if you could cook the dishes you've been thinking about. "

Pean did not look at the proud deputy number, but pinched his mouth as he thought, while servicing the Guest's protective equipment.

Angletham put the cup freshly on Sosa in the lord's words, to behave dinner.

'Lord, you don't have to worry about it.

It's a shameless thing, but if you've got your protective gear in place, Trenia, and some of my people are waiting for you, so I'll be free. '

Then turn your face to the delicious tea filled cook, and if you don't really care, Angletham bows his head.

- Are you in such a hurry?

Martha asks as she pours tea with hot air standing from the pot into two cups of Ca reserved for the lords and their wives.

'Yeah, we have to hurry.

It doesn't mean we're significantly behind schedule, but we're going to have to be careful.

If you think about it, you really should hurry, because there's no part of you that "gets" more late.

Tea, it was a treat '

Just in anticipation of Martha putting down an empty pot of tea, Angletham returned the empty cup on Sosa.

"Ah - maybe it's because of me getting lost"

When Gloriosa looked faceless, Angletham, who returned the cup, shook her head slowly, left and right, with a "gentle grin".

On that "gentle" beautiful face, the Lord's eyes, which were directed at his armor, moved only chillily, returning again.

'It's true that you lost your time at a loss.

Just about that, I'd be guilty of the same thing.

She said, "I want you to be alone," but I'm responsible for going ahead and asking you to look for Trenia.

I guess I got a bee that felt like a man and advised me not to prioritize women's feelings.

Truth be told, Trenia came home half an hour after you jumped out looking for her, laughing, "Father Barrota asked me to make you a pudding."

Now he switched from a gentle smile to a beautiful smile, putting his hands together and on his knees.

- You mean my two weeks are wasted?

"Oh, I was laying waste to you on the far side, but did you even understand that in Gloriosa?

You're smarter. '

The Lady Lordship had a pale longing for "man-to-man conversation," even as she proceeded quickly and politely with needles listening to such Gloriosa and Anglecam conversations.

(My husband cared about me though -, still about the other one)

But if you think it's my daughters any more, that's all, and the feeling is that Karin feels heavier.

Most importantly, both the adult and the gentle lady knew that gender was wrong in the life given to them.

(This is not "good", but it shouldn't be wrong.

At least, I don't regret being Lord's wife)

Though I don't think I can compare it, I was thinking about a woman named Trenia, who was in a position where "you can't have children even if you want to have a family".

(What do you think, Trenia, when you have children and you have to work hard to raise them?)

- One day, even though the country has settled down, Karin thinks that the van would like to give it to her because she can be as "free as her father."

And if we could meet "friends" who know each other like husbands and butlers.

"Ma'am, I'll put some tea here."

After serving tea to Pean first, Martha is next spoken about serving tea, and Karin stops the needle as a vic.

―――

I didn't speak to her voice, but the needle stabbed Karin's fingertips and her face made a small red grain.

Notice that. At the table on the side where Martha keeps her tea on the basin, compare the fingertips with the grain of Karin's blood to the Lady Lordship.

'Well, I guess it's no big deal, are you okay, Karin?.

If it's good, why don't we cure it with healing?

I put the protective equipment I was servicing on the table, just like Martha, and the pean stood up and very naturally placed his hand on my wife's shoulder.

'No, because that's not a big deal, as the lord says.

Excuse me, I think I'm obsessed with sewing '

Locke was on his side, giving him a handkerchief that looked clean from his nostrils.

Did you feel in a hurry to fix it when you heard the words' - 'in a hurry'?

The study's air begins to tension over Lord Robrow's words, which were inadvertently put out.

Of course, there is no dust in the Lady Lordship, such as the feeling she was in a hurry to repair.

It knew both the faithful butler and the prestigious number.

It is in a way a state of "obfuscation" that the inhabitants of Robrow, who have been dating Peen Vinegar for a long time, had a conjecture that he would behave like this with some prospect.

(Hey, I'm sorry, but let me use it as a trigger, Karin)

Immediately a no telepathy arrived from her husband, and his wife lay down only her eyes.

'- If so, I'm really sorry to overlap.

But it's true we're in a hurry '

Anglecomb is as polite as ever in his words, but he doesn't look like he's going to break his attitude trying to pull him out of this territory sooner.

It didn't seem easy to soften my attitude of trying to get back to my buddies quickly, with a hard-working look inside.

(Apparently, the General Staff knows something about "picture books" that has something to do with magic tricks.

However, the understanding of mysterious parts such as sucking magic and memory with the degree of "shaping" of my fellow priests at the moment sends ahead.

Instead, I guess I said "national peace" first.

In order to solve the mystery, an environment that can be studied intensively becomes an important point.

If I said I wanted to solve the mystery of the picture book, I would try to get back to my people.)

Gloriosa slaps Angletham on the shoulder as Pean thinks about how he can get the staff to listen to his prospects.

Though I know my best friend is trying to get home fast, Gloriosa was unusually brave and verbal about her Anglecam opponent, who can't be beat by reason.

"Anglecomb, I know you're in a hurry, but can't you just do it for a day?.

Me too, I want you to try Martha's cooking.

Besides, I want to say hello to the people who took care of me and the people who got along with me. "

'I don't want you to be unfaithful, but I really think time is a waste'

Gloriosa also tried to sigh down at eating, but Angletham, who remembered "the characteristics of his best friend," hardened his expression.

'- Let me know for your reference.

How many of your friendly Robrows are there?

Then, if you want to analogize, put on a cool smile and put the hands you were putting together on your knees. Now put the brown sturdy back together in front of your chest.

Gloriosa brightens her face with a slight but positive attitude from her best friend and thinks to answer questions.

'Wait, wait. I'll count, er.'

That being said, it is no exaggeration to describe it as too successful. The man with the alias of God repeated twice the motion of folding from the edge and spreading it again, whining about something like his name.

On that counting trick, Angletham keeps a sticky smile on his face and watches.

'- Estimate it lightly, about fifty people!

"- To reach the number 50, I looked at the finger fold about once enough?.

Or did you even get to see Father Barrota's rough business, which counts using his toes at the same time when counting using his fingers?

This has long dark hair tied to the middle of the back of the head, like the tail of a horse, shaking his head with a bump.

'I can't do such a clever thing!

Twenty plus are included from the beginning, children in nurseries in this territory.

I don't remember your last name, but I do remember your name and number of people!

Then I put the hand I was using to count on my hips and stretched my chest to the condition of "ehem."

Transfer your gaze from your chest-stretched friend, from your beautiful eyes, to the lord of this land.

There was a man there with a very unfaithful, unfaithful smile who was eventually healing at his wife's fingertips.

(Gloriosa forgot that it is difficult to be "alone"...

And the lord here said if you knew that...)

With "hindsight" and in a way like wearing a shackle, it seemed very difficult for Angletham to refuse an invitation from a man whose infidelity, infidelity, "wit," was seeping out.

But I can't leave here for my best friend, Lord.

"Because I put extra worry on Gloriosa.

If you're back, you need to behave well.

But don't worry, I won't force you. "

Trenia, shaking off Gloriosa and leaving the tent, was coming back calm.

But the eyes were only slightly red and left behind tears, but the gentle purple eyes were clear.

And even after listening to Angletham, who couldn't do it "in front of Gloriosa," he nodded quietly.

"Don't worry, Anglecam, I can give up on my dreams because I have no choice.

In my current state, in case I was given a child, even in such an unsettling world, I would know that things would happen that I would regret.

- I just didn't have the edge to hold my baby.

That's all.

Besides, babies smile indiscriminately if they're kind enough to protect them.

Not if the baby's not in custody, but someone who takes care of it's in custody. "

Even if I couldn't read my mind, I found my best friend, who said I wouldn't be forced, to be strong.

Trenia can't read people's minds.

I'm not good at witchcraft.

Not stronger than a soldier in line.

I don't have the strength to fight.

If she was just a woman who loved to take care of her baby.

Even if that unfortunate event had left the children so sorry that they had bitten their lips off against the country that they had sacrificed it, if it had remained in their homeland.

By now, having gained quite a couple in that rural village, I'm sure she would have lived with care for the "happiness" she had created in the life she had built on the effort she could.

But if you have the strength to fight and join the deciding army, you will not leave the deciding army until you have finished your peace, because of her character.

(No, this is an excuse)

Angletham thought that there was something strong about her, and even if she had the power to be called a "witch," she could always get a partner in life because she was a sweet woman.

Even if you have been given a child now, you say you will regret it, but even if the country does not settle down, Trenia Bubaldia will make a family, live and live in it.

She joined the deciding army, and Gloriosa came in half forcefully to admit it.

But she felt sorry for coming in, more than a decade later, and now she has.

A very disturbed and gentle man who was once in the ranks of the decision-makers said he was "not smart" but was also a person who cared more than anyone else, so he was just a little afraid this would happen.

I was telling Anglecam, a friend who I think is smart about that.

(Julian, you said, "If you were smart, Angletham, you would have managed to open it if you had told me in advance," but there was nothing I could do.

I did my best just to think about the peace of the country)

And Angletham was tying the lost Trenia to the deciding army in "cowardly" terms.

But I'm not willing to sacrifice just her any more.

I am ready to act like I have no choice but to be named "demon".

(- I have to hurry up for my "best friend" who took me on the prospect by giving up half my dreams)

Unexpectedly my chest shakes small and I feel the handkerchief wrapped with the ring Balsam gave me moved, but my expression doesn't move at all with an earlier smile.

(If you know what I said and did, "Dear Sister Trenia," now when I grew up as a woman, even if I tried to mislead my feelings.

Balsam must despise someone named "Angletham Padrick")

Now, when a lovely face grows and becomes a woman, distorting itself to grief over the betrayal of trust with anger makes it feel heavier for Anglecomb to swallow a hammer.

(If you can, if you can, I don't want to make Trenia dream come true and let Balsam down)

But in what I think of as "measures," even if there were four people with extraordinary powers, there were limits to mobility.

However, even if I was allowed time, and I was able to go "in the same way", it would have been a stream that seemed possible enough.

Along the way, there was also an incident where Julian Zaheto, who handles a weapon "gun" that was not imprisoned by magical logic, was able to pull out a companion who was also a major force of war, but a talent to make up for it was among us.

But for joining my people, they lost their only family, their sister.

- If I could, I didn't want any more "mourners" out of my people.

So, if you're in time to fulfill her dream by hurrying, I want to hurry.

With that in mind behind a cool smile, I'll try to return this one with a dish as Gloriosa has been saying fee director earlier.

"- And if you mean cooking," Trenia "will cook the celery soup, simmering it over time as Gloriosa returns, waiting for you.

For you vegetable haters, this dish was devised and made.

If you're a day late, you'll have to deflect the time to simmer the soup, and her efforts will be wasted.

Even though she's the one who keeps the sharing of meals to herself, I can't bother you any more.

It's not a good idea to let Martha take the trouble to make it on purpose. '

- A, Atashi never thought it was a little annoying to cook a meal for Mr. Glow!

Angletham suddenly pinched Martha, whose name was used to say no.

The mouth pinched Guest stares at the cook with his eyes that often captivate the ladies.

The prestigious Martha was accepting it with a sense of "I hope you won't disturb me in bringing my people home."

But the brown beauty was not to stare, but to "monitor" Martha.

The lord's proud deputy lady - she had no makeup if you look at it, her hair was all clamped up behind her, and she looked older than Rock as far as she looked.

But if Angletham calms down and looks at her, her eyes are tense, her neck muscles, etc. are luminous enough.

(Rather than describe it as a woman, it would be better to describe it as "your daughter", for that young lady, I guess it's just the right age.)

Beautiful, knowing the "potency" of her face, Martha saw her best friend next door, making sure her appearance didn't play a role.

(Gloriosa is unaware of this)

Again Anglecam thinks.

If the heterosexual "best friend" waiting found out about this situation, I wonder what action he would have taken when he brought Gloriosa home would have been most "reassuring".

(If I could, I wouldn't want to worry about Trenia any more.)

If there was a witch here who could read even if she didn't want to read people's minds, she would surely also read "Martha" feelings that nobody wanted to be read by.

(No, even if you're not here, if it's about Gloriosa and I'm sure you're back, try to entertain Trenia, I'll talk to you.

And make sure to talk about "Friends of the cook who got along")

- Don't be dusty or knowing Martha's feelings, I'm sure she'll enjoy it, looking for Trenia and getting lost, so don't let her worry.

I'm sure the man next to me will talk about "friends".

When it comes to romance, Gloriosa is no less proud and sturdy than Park Min-Jen. In fact, it was easy to realize that there are certain things that can be combined with the effectiveness of my face.

Almost most of the ladies fall in love with Angletham's face, which is commonly referred to as "beauty".

But rarely did you have a lady who looked at Angletham Padrick and said, "I think it's beautiful, but I don't fall in love".

Most of these people already had "clients" in their minds when they decided.

For those who are oblivious to love, but who are clever and have sharp observational eyes, they somehow conjecture the situation from their previous "girlfriend" reactions.

- Maybe Martha is in love with Gloriosa.

Maybe "I'm in love" is the right thing to do.

(I don't know, but women are sharp about such things.

Even if Trenia isn't in this place, if you've heard about Gloriosa, I'm sure you'll figure it out)

I notice that I don't want to be read about such aspects of the story, except if an observant person sees it, even if I don't have the ability to read my mind or "light".

And Angletham noticed something new.

Are there any things that "Park Xinren" noticed in Martha's reaction that her employer and "favorite deputy" daughter didn't notice? "

(No hassle I haven't noticed)

From the last time Martha spoke, in a study quiet back to Russia, Anglekham sees the lord, "the lord who smiles after successfully completing the treatment of his wife's fingers".

Then I look around at the quieter study for just a few moments and see Martha look slightly wolfish - nibbling up the edge of her mouth.

Make it the attitude you showed Rock, the butler, in the courtyard, make it look like he cares about his wife, a figure named Peen Vinegar, who turns terribly to the "inhabitants" he should protect.

And don't hesitate to add or subtract from "people" who think that even other guests are "not to be protected".

(So Martha's "feelings" are still the least hurtful way to insert or change the story -)

(Well, I do have feelings for Martha, but as for this one, I'd like to talk to Lord Angletham and "Gatsuri")

In the midst of Anglecam's thought, a lord with his mouth up came strangling telepathy.

Soon as the Guest is surprised, Pean continues to open his mouth.

"Operation Eagle Martha's Cooking Stomach." But if you can't hold it back, you can't help it.

Oh, Martha. In the meantime, it's a decision to add two servings for dinner today, so go back to the kitchen.

The way it was said was soft, but there was pressure in the lord's words not to let him say yes or no, which was really unusual for Martha, and he nodded silently.

'Martha, I'll help you if you have something to lower.

I guess there's a set of tea, too, huh?

To the voice of the Lord's "pressure," the still tolerant butler began to move to help Martha fall back into the kitchen.

To be honest, from what Martha said earlier when I tried from Locke, I'm not aware of what Angletham or Peen "observed".

However, Rock believed that Martha was as keen on the job of cook as she was - as much as she could risk her life - and overreacted to Angletham's words, which she said she "didn't want to take the extra effort".

(I can't help but think Martha would want to get mad if she got a "ass" on a job she's proud of)

The "silence" of a guest who is too shallow with Martha thinks that a favorable butler has no choice over Angletham in the "caretaker" part.

However, as a rock individual, I wanted to agree with many of the Guest's words about wanting to bring Gloriosa home to the company waiting for her.

(I know there's nothing wrong with Gloriosa...)

Help Martha and quietly clean up tea cups, pots, etc.

At the corner of his vision, he enters an anglecam that pushes from the slightly forceful declaration of the pean and, in a sense, a gloriosa that is in a plank state.

(- I really don't know why, even though I'm not a bad person)

The deacon is overflowing with jealousy that goes far beyond remorse just because Pean forgives Gloriosa for his heart and remembers the face he's talking about.

- It seemed truly wonderful to me how charismatic it was to capture the hearts and minds of the conservative Lobo's inhabitants in the vicinity of the Lordship Mansion over a period of two weeks, harsh on the leftovers.

If Martha's help was available until Angletham picked her up, the guest went on to help her in her spare time and to an undisturbed extent with the Lord's permission.

"You shouldn't be blunt, and you're stupid, so use it."

If they told me so and let me participate in helping open the land, I grabbed the feelings of the inhabitants' men with the overwhelming power to lift the rock for three adults by myself or to "slash" Oki with an example machete.

If there was any rubbing, it seemed dull, I noticed it was at the core, and if I put it in my mouth, I just let it be resolved.

Furthermore, unexpectedly, (although I was satisfied with hearing about Trenia earlier), I was also good at caring for children in nurseries who were free on rainy days.

And the children were well connected to strong but "Nori" lord customers.

The ladies of Robrow, speaking from children and dealing with men and women at a distance from non-family halls, also look at Gloriosa.

If a child spoke at home, her husband would also start talking about "lord's guests" in the men, so she would start talking, wondering and even begin to have the effect of adding more conversation to the family and soothing the "home".

Even though the country had begun to lean and Lordship Pean Vinegar had scratched the net of policies and made the lives of its inhabitants relatively stable, there was certainly a small oppression.

Relatives living in other territories, chest-wrenching inhabitants, and only they remembered how this was happening.

Someone named Gloriosa Sunflower, who appeared in it, lightened people's feelings and told them that there was no obstacle to outside information.

In that sense, Rock could feel that Gloriosa was the royal family that guided and symbolized "the peace of the country and the people".

It was also connected to further improving Pean's reputation as the "Lordship of Robrows" that Rock most wanted to protect.

- But the feeling of "jealousy" really smokes in the butler's chest.

It doesn't matter if the people admire Gloriosa and get along.

Even myself there, it just seems more attractive than an overly loving butler loyal to Lordship Pean Vinegar, to make mistakes that leak laughter that treat me indefinitely, that I don't even know if I'm serious or joking occasionally.

Harsh on lords for what doesn't work above all, my buddy Martha also acknowledges Gloriosa.

It was also a pleasure for the lady, a fiercely familiar lord, to be able to do so, besides herself, her husband, Pean, and the butler, and Martha, who did not care.

But the only thing Pean "admits" to Gloriosa is "unforgivable" to Locke.

'- Then, Gloriosa.

You, Rock, help me get rid of the fixtures you brought me.

Lord, apparently, it's going to take some time for you to understand the story. "

'- Huh?!

To Anglecam's "No Way" word, Rock will now look up.

(Smitty, Mr. Rock. Thank you for Gloriosa's amulet)

Perhaps Angletham doesn't even think about Rock having "bad feelings" for Gloriosa.

I would think about the idea of a "Guest I can take care of" as much as Rock has about Gloriosa, but I wouldn't expect him to even think about walking away from Robrow as soon as possible.

That's in the context of someone named "Gloriosa" who, as far as Angletham knows, has never seen anything "neglected or hated" from anyone before, unless hostile.

(- Mr. Rock?. Was it inconvenient?)

Angletham, who doesn't have the idea of "hating Gloriosa" in the first place, lurks his eyebrows in an atmosphere that doesn't appear in the face of the deacon's youth, but is blatantly wolfish.

- What shall we do?

Rock knows very well that he should endure.

But in acting alone with Gloriosa, I really don't know what burns the smoking jealousy in me to the point of flaming.

And the atmosphere alone uncommonly guessed how the lock was troubling for a person named Gloriosa, and now he opened his mouth.

"- I'll help Martha clean up, Rock, so you should clean up on the repair tools.

Dinner, whether you eat it or not, Martha's food is delicious, so I want you to tell me.

I want to cook some delicious dishes and tell Father Trenia and Father Barrota that I enjoyed coming home. "

When I said that much about Gloriosa, Angletham lurked his eyebrows.

"Insensitive!"

I stared at my best friend for things like that, and when I heard about Gloriosa, Martha made another light move, and...

(Hmm, this is trouble. I wonder if the situation is commonly referred to as "Sukumi".

Though Pean Vinegar thinks he's in trouble - he can't help but suppress with his hands to hide the edges of his mouth that have risen to this situation, and his eyes are desperate to create a form of laughter.

In the head of gray hair, it makes it easier to organize the situation.

Pean first urged Martha to leave, including preparing dinner, because she wanted to talk to the Guest gutsy.

Neglected by love, Rock, but begins to help make it easier for Pean to talk and for Martha to make it easier for her to leave.

Seeing those considerations may have also made Anglecomb feel like talking "guts" with Pean.

Besides, I guess Anglecam herself had some annoying stories to ask Gloriosa.

There were events in the courtyard where swords could be exchanged so that best friends could easily exit, but basically we feel "caretaker" sides of each other and they're not incompatible - keep an eye on the butler.

In a way, I "asked" Rock, who even felt the resonance (simpa) of his personality, to take Gloriosa with him, although it might be "a little" cumbersome.

But I knew Rock himself had a good impression of each other against Angletham Padrick.

However, as much as the butler himself suffers from understanding, the fact that he is generally not "good at rocking" a person named Gloriosa is not conveyed to the boulder.

Also as a butler to the Vinegar family, my attitude toward not being a good guest - even though I know Anglecomb is Gloriosa's best friend - can be very rude, so I wolf.

Looking at the wondrous butler, the overall dull lord's guest - Gloriosa - has noticed that in the past two weeks the butler's youth apparently "doesn't like" his thing.

But we know he won't bring public or private confusion into his work.

Even with someone you don't like, if a guest was lost in a complicated mansion, Locke would be in the middle of a job.

If you leave your husband's benefactor alone, you will be disqualified as a deacon.

And, some servants would be able to direct, wazza wazza herself rushing from afar to show me where Gloriosa could tell.

Clear with his mouth, the butler was cordial and polite in taking care of him.

That's what I'm right next door to right now. I'm twice as loud, but I look nothing like my best friend who takes care of me and mentors me.

When I tried it on Gloriosa, I thought I didn't want to bother the butler who also thought "benefactor".

So, if you try to be a guest, if Angletham asks you to leave the room anyway, I think you should act with your good friends rather than force them to "people who can't like themselves".

Besides, if you're going to leave Loblau, I wanted to eat some of the new Loblau local dishes that Pean was proud of.

I want Martha to teach me how to cook the dishes that she researched and made, and also teach her "dear best friend" who is waiting to return.

Looking for Trenia got me off the hook with my buddies, but I want to tell you that Gloriosa never bothered me by looking for them.

Ning Lo, I wanted to tell her that I was happy to meet her new, so Trenia didn't have to worry about anything.

So Gloriosa normally speaks to her "friend" Martha.

Angletham, who is able to guess the cook's feelings, tongues about the insensitivity of his best friend -.

("Interesting" to see a "bias" in information like this - Ouch?!)

The pain runs right around Lord Robrow's fat crotch.

The raised mouthpiece hidden by his hand naturally dropped and his eyes did not have to go up without labor.

Forgive me, lord.

A familiar thin arm stretches around his leg, seldom showing signs of fine dust or self-assertion, picking it with a slight tremor over his clothes.

Above all, there is only one person on the side that touches Pean's body, and I know who the person immediately is.

It was my wife who healed with healing techniques.

In the pitch-black, he looked up at his husband with dark green pregnant eyes and a face that was painful as if he had been stung.

(Sorry, lord)

The voice of apology reaches the pean after changing the shape of the words.

(However, it seemed that the lord was inclined towards those who were not comfortable as Lobo Lowe lords.

I can't dare because you were thinking deeply about it and you couldn't even notice me scratching my clothes.

healing technique, while you have your injury healed, sorry)

Karin can't put words on telepathy from herself.

But my husband told me, "If you looked me in the eye and put words in my head, I can't even read Karin's feelings by magic.

When I couldn't speak with words, she told me before, "If you do that and send me a signal, I'll read Karin's feelings."

Turning to her husband, whom she always relied on, the act of sniffing seemed to require tremendous courage on the part of the gentle lady, whose fingertips were still slightly trembling.